"A night saturated with spectral tension: shadows of self brush against shadows of other, desire pulses through the void, intimacy hangs by a thread, ghostly pleasures haunt what is both held close and endlessly slipping away. And then there’s Time, coming forth from its lakes." —@dreamsofbeing.bsky.social
"negative sentiment toward ICE"
Arrokoth
crisp fringe borrow
skirl lower
stay where scoffs drowse


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